Depowering Event Starts [open]

[glovedtouch]

Some point mid afternoon, a silence falls over the Mansion that's nearly as bad as it is outide. In a corner of the house, a blinding light speeds across the wing. A boy appears in just a white shirt and pants. The light then spreads, like a bright lensflare shuddering itself through the property

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[exquisitelyblue]

Mystique had been in her room when it hit her all at once, her skin shuddering and seemingly melting away until she was pale skin, though still entirely nude. She was stunned while staring down at her hands. Though no matter how much she concentrated, she couldn't shift.

"...It's gone..." She spoke to herself, hopping off the window sill. She moved over to the closet to dress herself, since it wasn't advisable to walk through the house in a nude human form with the children still around. She was still comfortable enough in her own skin to do something like that, but now wasn't a good time to be reaffirming her identity. Not when she needed some goddamn answers as to what was going on.

Despite being mostly dressed, she remained barefoot by the time she reached her bedroom door, opening it to step out into hall as she pushed strands of brunette hair out of her face.

"Oh there is going to be hell to pay..." She muttered, angrily.

[prefers_magneto]

Erik headed for Raven's room, also almost murderously angry by this point. Maybe she had escaped the effects of... whatever had happened to him and to Charles.

He was close to her room when he came face to face with a woman he didn't recognize. Did she do this? Did... wait. He did sort of recognize her. Why did she...?

Oh, God.

"Raven."

[exquisitelyblue]

They had almost collided but she managed to stop just in time, a scowl still on her face.

"Who else?" She snapped, not really giving a damn at this point. She was human and she was pissed.

"What the hell is going on?"

[prefers_magneto]

"We don't know," Erik said.

This was bad. This was very, very bad. And he couldn't leave her to her own devices like this. He offered her his hand. She was coming with him, if he had anything to say about it. Which would be if she let him have anything to say about it.

"We're trying to find out if it's everyone."

He'd been hoping it wasn't her.

[hercoldblood]

She hadn't gotten far into trying to walk to her room, when a strange feeling came over her.

However was the sudden pain that really hit her, followed by her body beginning to feel heavy. Slowly Yuriko sank to her knees, clutching her sides as the pain from all the mismanagement of her body began to fully drown her.

Lack of sleep, lack of food, the metal grafted to her bones, the constant pushing her body to the brink was catching up to her. It didn't take long for her to realize that her healing factor wasn't working. She tried in vain to push herself to her feet, but she could barely focus let along control her body. It wasn't long before everything went dim and then suddenly black.

[these_fish]

Sean was one of the few who hadn't had a reason to realize something was wrong. He just hadn't tried to do anything out of the ordinary today.

Almost tripping on Yuriko, on the other hand, was a pretty big flag that something wasn't right.

He managed not to, mostly because there was enough light in the hallway, but the sight of her body down on the floor startled him. He blinked for a moment, then went down on his knees beside her, checking for fever. And pulse. He looked around to see if there was anyone who might have hurt her, but couldn't see anybody, and then he held her cheek lightly.

"Yuriko? Hey, you all right?"

At least there was pulse, right?

[hercoldblood]

Her pulse and the subtle movements of her breathing were the only true signs that she was indeed alive. However she remained unconscious as her body tried to deal with the sudden lack of healing powers and the onslaught of pain.

It certainly didn't help that she had been so careless with her own health, even away from Stryker's control.

[these_fish]

This wasn't good. This wasn't good and it couldn't be good.

And lying on the floor was highly unlikely to be making it better. Sean looked each way in the hallway, then shook his head and carefully picked Yuriko up.

Or tried to. The first attempt was brought short by the fact that she sure weighed much more than she looked to. A lot more.

So moving her worked out slightly less clean than the anticipated picking her up, one arm around her shoulders and one under he knees, and carrying her to her own bed.

What he did manage was to get her into the nearest open common room and settle her on the couch. It had to be more comfortable, at least, right?

Breathing and pulse, though weak, were steady, and she didn't seem particularly disturbed by the motion. At least he didn't drop her, right? He shook his head after watching her a bit longer, threw the couch blanket over her, just in case, and slipped back out to try to find somebody adult who could tell him what to do to help her.

[my_fireworks]

Jubilee felt when it happened, even if she didn't understand it right away. She had been walking down the hallway from her room when suddenly the world seemed to tilt and spin off its axis.

Reaching out to put her hand against the wall to catch herself, she closed her eyes. "Whoa."

Letting out a little breath, she opened her eyes to look around with a confused frown.

Please imagine this icon is Kelsey Grammer in his usual human form ha /internet less, can't do icons

[iwishthatsall]

Oh, Hank felt it. It's difficult to miss when you're blue and furry one moment, and the next you're just not. He was doing nothing more interesting than walking through one of the mansion's many hallways when it happened. First his senses had dulled, then something about his basic instincts felt changed somehow, and finally he realized that his clothes fit a little bit looser than they had only seconds before.

He looked down at his hands. They weren't blue. There was no fur. They were simply the unremarkable hands of an average human man. His hands.

"My stars and garters," he whispered in disbelief. Slowly, with trembling fingers, he reached up to touch his face. A mixture of emotion hit him like a punch to the gut as his fingertips grazed across his cheeks and his mind seemed capable of only one thought: no fur.

He dared not seek a mirror, lest it jar him from whatever bizarre hallucination this was. For now he was content to stand in that spot in the hallway and wonder vaguely whether he ought to be overjoyed or distraught.

[not_oreo]

Ororo did feel it.

Unlike many, she knew exactly what the feeling - or lack of feeling - meant.

As soon as she figured that out, she started running. First towards Charles's office, and after that, she was heading out to look for the boy. Because there was one person she knew had that effect, and that was Jimmy.

[iwishthatsall]

Once Hank had gotten over the surprise of suddenly being rendered "normal," he began his search for the mansion's other residents in hopes of discovering if they, too, were suffering the same effects he was. This was reminiscent of Jimmy, indeed, but Hank had stepped within mere feet of the boy before and nothing more than his hand had changed. Could his power have been amplified somehow? If so, if that was another effect of this blasted portal, then that was all the more worrying, for if Jimmy's powers could be affected in such a way then any ill-intentioned mutant could experience the same. And that could mean certain death for all of them.

Storm was the first person he encountered in his hunt. "Ororo!" he called out to her. Funny, his voice had lost a bit of its commanding presence.

[not_oreo]

His voice might have lost authority, but it was still very much recognizable; especially when she wasn't looking his way when he called her name, so the recognition came before the strangeness.

"Hank!" She turned around, face lifting into a faint, harried smile - until she realized what she was seeing. "Oh." She blinked at the man who was there. While she focused, she could sort of discern Beast's features in his face, but the impact was entirely different. She breathed a couple of times, then tried again. "... Hank?"

[iwishthatsall]

Hank smiled wearily at her surprise. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to startle you." There was a short pause, during which he seemed quite unsure of what to say next. Uncharacteristic, perhaps, but he decided that even the most eloquent are allowed a lapse in verbal ability at the hands of indescribable shock.

"It's happened to you, too, hasn't it?" he asked when he found his words again, although he was almost certain he already knew the answer.